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What we have here is both a failure to communicate and an ingenious workaround. To Kristen & Rob: Kudos.

What we have here is both a failure to communicate and an ingenious workaround. To Kristen & Rob: Kudos.

The classiest fam in Hollywood loves Mara’s barrettes; this time Violet rocks them. Nice. Buy em here, and pass it on.
File this one under: Holy crap. It has come to the attention of the tabloid-reading world that Jennifer Garner was seen wearing red barrettes! But, wait, there’s more. A certain barrett-making friend of ours made them. By hand. In San Francisco.

This is from Just Jared, and I must say: If the blog really is just a guy named Jared writing about celebrities, my hat is off to him. He publishes some tidbit of celebrity gossip roughly every 5 seconds. That’s dedication, homes. Anyway, if you’re interested in the barrettes, you can buy a pair for yourself at Little Something; if you’re concerned that they’ll make you look like Jennifer Garner, you can ask Mara for some guidance in the proper way to wear them.

Finally, I just want to say that I’m glad that the barrettes got the full paparazzi treatment. A couple of photos just wouldn’t have been sufficient. Better get 17 and be safe. Check em all out.
(Congratulations, you big loser).

I could use one of these right about now. Via these geniuses.
A couple of weekends ago, I visited the site of an Airstream trailer that Yoshi and I shared outside Stinson Beach, California. The trailer is long gone, but the spot is still the same: Overlooking the Pacific Ocean on a scraggly lawn at the end of a farm road. We spent many a night sitting on a homemade couch out under the stars, listening to an increasingly crusty Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain tape, hanging out with farm people, and getting into adventures. They were simpler times, so the adventures were simpler. One time, police showed up and asked Yoshi if he knew anything about the ritual animal sacrifices happening in the area. Naked toddlers often woke him up by tickling his eyelashes with wildflowers.

The article is vintage Yamada, reminding me of the many excellent, excellent letters and postcards that I’ve accumulated over the years:
I have not put ramps in my pipe, but I have smoked them—and also roasted, sautéed, blanched, pickled, braised, and puréed them. I have eaten them raw and dirty, and I have cleaned so many in a row that I almost wished for winter again. This year I may take a few home to put under my pillow, just because … my precious.
Not sure that I’ve eaten a ramp, but I bet they’d be tasty with a ritually sacrificed animal. Mmm. Ritual sacrifice.